NOBODY Understands That Short, Depressed, Asshole, Med Student, Who’s Just Trying To Graduate Without

Neil saying ‘I didn’t think it was a personal problem’ between Andrew and him even after Andrew drugs him, vows to protect him from the mafia, gives him the keys to his home, runs his fingers over his uncovered torso and covers his mouth because he can’t bear to hear him speak so passionately, what did bro think this was, a business exchange?

do you ever find it funny that Riko wanted to make a perfect team of players for the USA nation while he's Japanese, Kevin is half-Irish, Jean is French and Neil is half-British and the other half is Polish???

Like dude almost nothing about ur team is American tf do u want to do?!?!?

Another year has passed, another year you get to be second

17th year you get to be the queen

Happy Birthday Kevin Day.

never change, neil josten

today's pick of who gets to kiss kevin day is none other than (drumroll) aaron michael minyard! gay thoughts supplied by realization that i enjoyed writing the way we are so much and i must indulge myself again soon

me on august 5th 2025

shout out to the dream thieves gotta be my favourite insane book out there because how am i ever meant to explain two divorces, gay tension between half the cast, a magical forest, kavinsky's existence, whatever the fuck adam is going through, the grey man in general, noah and his lack of existence, dreaming, welsh kings, cars, kidnapping. the list goes on

flyby updates: - very promising progress with regards to audiobooks & translations, but still locking a few things in. ty for your patience & sorry for the wait <3 - got the first paperback proof but the formatting was weirdly off, so made some updates and am waiting for the next proof to arrive in the mail (should be here Tuesday) - have one last round of updates for the ebooks that I haven't pushed through yet - don't remember if there was a fourth note, if I remember it I'll come back and update this post

nobody understands how fucking insane I am about neil josten. I want to build an art gallery for that man, a museum, a cathedral. I want to capture the sound of his laughter in a bottle. I want to interview the monster that lived under his childhood bed. I want to study his profile while he’s sleeping. I want to know every speck of color in his eyes. I want his bones that healed wrong. I want to catch the way foreign curses fall from his tongue and make a wind chime out of them. I want to pluck the sun out of his hair. I want to see his already questionable humanity decay. I want to taste his terror and despair and I want to cradle him in my arms and never let another person hurt him ever again

happy countdown hitting 0, neil tortured in a car by lola on his way to his father's basement day 🥳